March Contributors
Izzy Nameth Beck, Allyn Bernkopf, David Calogero Centorbi, Cat Dixon, Deron Eckert, R.M. Engelhardt, Marc Frazier, Devon Fulford, Bex Hainsworth, Adele Hally, Jeff Hardin, Katie Johntz, David Lee, Naomi Bess Leimsider, Joshua Lillie, KG Miles, Tempest Miller, James Morehead, Yvonne Morris, Blair Nelsen, Hailey Paetzel, Cara Paleschi, · R L · powell, Prahi Rajput, Mikki Rios, Brad Rose, Mykyta Ryzhykh, Maisie Kennedy Sherriff, Kalina Smith, Annie Williams, Brandon Yu
Poetry
March Highlights
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anything that casts a shadow
by Joshua Lillie
“I’m what happens when you surprise an armadillo / with a weekend trip to Pensacola. / I’m the face in the crowd that you can’t quite place. / Am I your uncle? I’m too young to be your uncle.”
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the legend of thumbelina as generational trauma: glosa on sylvia plath’s “lady lazarus”
by Kalina Smith
“The apples didn’t fall far / from the gnarled family tree, / covered in cockchafers / who kill the lilies and violet, / burning every shred of beauty down / in just a moment’s flash.”
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remedy
by Bex Hainsworth
“It's been fifteen years since I allowed / her fussing, but now we both indulge. / I can’t say which balm soothes the burn. / When she slips teabags into my suitcase, / I smile, hold close her charms.”
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museum for the somnambulists
by James Morehead
“We’re together in the galleries / holding hands and pointing / Your father joyous after Canadian Thanksgiving / my father’s father unreadable over a poker hand…”
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ass
by Tempest Miller
“A donkey bites my hair / a bear hides in a tree / a bear hides in a tree / but the donkey kicks back legs into a woodburner / and lets go…”
same home, different worlds
by g.a.costa
“In the sacred home of every woman, every girl, the paper flesh breaks down, strip by strip, it separates itself from the walls, melts into a calm stream, then whirlpools down the drain —”
the girl who paints pictures
by John Jeffire
“Temptation hangs across the avenue, a toothpick dangling between his lips.”
a comedy of marching graves
by Grady VanWright
“The laughter fades to a whisper of feet / marching, marching / lockstep to the edge of their graves, / no applause, no encore…”
caterpillar piss is the color
by Cody Gohl
“A violent green that shrieks in waves of yellow and chartreuse. It shouldn’t work but it does.”
four poems
by Meg Freer
“Beware magnetic particles / and unhinged brachiopods / in your breakfast cereal, / make space for the absurd…”
immersive
by GTimothy Gordon
“bluebudblueashbluesprucebluestemblueleaf…”
five poems
by Craig Kirchner
“It was last Saturday night, I ran into her / at the End Zone, we had drinks. / She drinks Crown Royal neat, no ice / says she choked once on an ice cube…”
four poems
by Dusti RW Levy
“If I am made in the image of god, then god / has been set on a pedestal, glared at, stared at, spit on…”
five poems
by Amelia Napiorkowski
“…I leave my beating heart in the grass, litter box / late response, in the name of self-care…”
a day like the best country songs
by Jordan Trethewey
“Got tired of stepping barefoot / on their goddamn LEGO and wheeled toys / while fumbling toward a 1 a.m. piss.”
two poems
by Olivia Rose
“…was mouth of a manmade monster. / was television rot. / was joke without reaction. / was attachment disorder.”
four poems
by Heather Truett
“I could / steal my own Bob’s Big Boy, but the fiberglass / of desire shredding my skin is aflame.”
the gospel
by Steve Maitlen
“i’m jesus fucking christ; i’m the reason for the season…i’d certainly take my time coming back.”
five poems
by Erwin Ponce
“I walk through a forest of whispers. The fifteen mysteries. The Dalit. Voices fluttering like / leaves in a breeze. I think of the stillborn, her body tucked inside bamboo.”
three poems
by James Callan
“Open up, old man. Let’s see your teeth. Let’s see your agate browns. Don’t make me beg on my knees among the clay. Smile for me, bygone brand of man. Don’t make me raise my dental pick or awl.”
five poems
by Landscape Destruction Company (LDC)
“grand avenue tent cities / sequestered life on stolen land”
three poems
by Nikola Milosavljevic
“…when the hunger keeps / Knifing the belly from within, / Howling with mongrels is more / fun than whistling at the moon.”
five poems
by Howie Good
“An old grandma dozed on a plastic lawn chair in the dirt yard of a shack. Malnourished goats wandered the capital on spindly legs. There were no dogs that I could see. I just presumed dogs got eaten.”
three poems
by Dario Cvencek
“the days like sick roses / I kiss the wrinkled bread / with the knife heavy as the waking / up of a drunken god”
a cinquefoil’s polygon burnt cape, ha-ha bay, newfoundland
by Milan Parab
“five petals / of a pentagon, / 540 degrees, / centre a glistening star / of silver foil…”